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GPG (God's Plan & Gummo Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Rittz
I'm wishin' that someone would take this pistol from me
But I'm all alone inside my crib, I've written some things On a note, I hope they read it and eventually see When I'm dead and gone they'll finally appreciate me I guess I gotta die for them to miss me I go online and see that they've been dissing on me They pissed 'cause I don't call 'em when they text me I'm a raging alcoholic, I'm addicted to speed If this is God's plan, God damn All the folks that I call fam Got hands out, tryna get some money from me, I lend Out so much and I wanna give them more to help but I can't Nothing inside my bank account, my pocket's full of balled lint My fans don't understand the industry, if they caught wind How this shit really work, they'd finally see why shit did not pan Out, I got [?] stuck inside, just watched my claw print Carved in the wood from struggling inside this coffin Bad things, looking at my classmates Wishin' I was born like them and all I made was bad grades Didn't graduate, mom and dad praised My siblings, but I'm sitting in my bat cave With the strap aimed At my temple, trying to end the show Can't write, it's like my pencil broke My wife just tried to slit her throat I'm looking at pics she sent my phone I'm crying while the intro song is playing And the tears are rolling down my face Can't cancel, though, I wrote the fucking cancer song To give some hope and shed light, to fight the shit instead of dying I'd trade so they could live their life, 'cause I just take for granted mine Don't see no speed limit signs, most people think I'm living my Dream so I can see why they don't understand or empathize If I was 26 then I'd be cool with time just ticking by This ain't what I visualized when I was washing dishes, I Figured I would get to sign a deal and count them dollar signs Instead of followers online and poppin' xanny bars like imma OD, feelin' like I'm snow skiing, every dollar got a coke ding It's a code 3 Hit the lights before I sniff a line, I know it's gon' sting Puttin' holes inside my nostrils like I got a nose ring Curtains closing on me, man I heard a ghost speak Telling me that I was chose to tell my story, don't leave Go lean on your fans that are lost and lock hands Even when you at the bottom, let them know there's options This is God's plan CNT official, hoe Independent business on the give and go Stones inside my emblem glow and glisten like a disco ball Figuring inside the strobe lights invite this pigeon-toed Bitch to show me tricks, she treats my dick like it's a stripper pole Benjamins you cannot fold to fit up in this envelope They say we should hit the road but they don't sell no tickets though Spittin' like I'm dipped in [?] but this is slow, I switched the flow Tryna make a record 'cause homies that are wishin' me the best I put and enter to your energy I'm finishing the enemy to Hennessey is mixed with coke Not my dream but when in Rome I'mma give a toast to the friends that rode and we kicked in doors till the hinges broke Went and did them shows when we didn't have dough Tried to get back home on the [?] flow When the cops came, nickel say, "Quick, 5-0" I would smoke and forget where I hid my dope Then get suited up, like I was got that two-liter saluted, bruh Scoopin' up that [?] like a 19-year-old in a bruiser's car Can't even flirt with a girl anymore, hard to tell what they'll accuse you of Saying I forced you to screw me, what? All I said, "If you don't get this movie part You can always get a job at the booty club, you cute" and that's a compli- Ment that I meant from the heart, later on this bitch is all on top of Me but I'm way to big to try to have sex in a Hyundai Elantra But instead she just gave me head, well if she don't swallow I'mma lick cum on the console Uh, uh, wet your tongue, nah, need to be calm, strong Busted a load and dumped her like I'm driving in a dump truck Don Juan eatin' Mongolian beef and wonton Dumplings, high, it's munchy time, my eyes look like a Vermont con Rockstar like I'm Post Malone and 21 Some of them come hard from the john Summer come, bubble gum, kinda want a number one hit, better get your Spotify numbers up Sticking out like a sore thumb in the industry, some disease in the history lesson Or a listening session, I can smell pussy like I'm in the women's restroom What, you miss your menstrual schedule? What, you lay in pee and resting? Take your shit, put it in your [?] and put it in, ain't no BMXes Take it, flip it, reinvest it, I might buy a studio I might blow some stupid dough and spend it all in a jewelry store You just don't look cute, so one of your fake diamonds in a ruby stone Fake Gucci skully, Gucci clothing, Gucci shoes, and Gucci clone Tripping like some [?], honey gripping that Coolio And fuck anyone who don't approve, it's CNT the movement, hoe It's Rittz, bitch |
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